James Tipp

A Stranger Called Erik - Poem by James Tipp

Struggling, the old man triesAgony is etched on his faceConfusion in his eyes.He has walked so many yearsOne foot after the other.Now he learns againOnly one footHis arms in youth Lifted and carriedToday when he needs themTheir memories are past.The bars seem highHis weight intolerableMuscle memories confuseSo his pain is seenMy pain recedesAnother lessonIn the school of life